A livid heaven scatter his light And dense clouds gatter the stars from the sky The sea strikes deep valleys in hell did welcome And the cold black ocean extinguish the fire of the sun Oh hear my cry.. plague, waste and death A deep black shadow, an old oak tree A burning fire in front of me A fire-ship on the open sea and flying elves rescue me Oh my gods, hear my cries Frozen rain is silent falling, crickets grow damp Birds put in the calling and annihilate thunder tears the sky A wretched whimper get out of the sky and the cold autumn breeze Move over the water as I die Burning villages, the brooks carry blood, and the death take us in care And when the sun tomorrow go to rise, we are even never here Plague, waste and death Vicious rivers of fire and fog, hopeless await the dark the awakening sunrise Hear the horse trampling through fern and wood An age where the axe will prevail A slight doubt conquered thee, an axe-brandished rider in front of me A horse, a mane of gold, enchant and bright and horseman blacker than the night Frozen rain is silent falling, crickets grow damp Birds put in the calling and annihilate thunder tears the sky A wretched whimper get out of the sky and the cold autumn breeze Move over the water as I die Burning villages, the brooks carry blood, and the death take us in care And when the sun tomorrow go to rise, we are even never here Plague, waste and deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
